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The temperature

is just about seasonable today.

Fifty-four degrees the current temperature reading

and a smattering of rain,

not really, uh, anything significant across the state.

Current conditions: still some sprinkles

across Connecticut and fifty-four.

The dew point is forty-eight, but the barometer is rising.

- Rise and shine, 'cause it is time.

Davey! Davey!

Come on, you great big swingin' dick. Come on!

Come on, wake up.

Let's go. Open the gate!

Wake up!

We're gonna dance on Charlie the Tuna's grave!

Davey!

I see you.

Davey, open up, man!

Davey!

Davey! Hey.

Hey!

- David. - Come on!

- There's some loudmouth downstairs yelling for you.

- Come on, get up. - Davey! I know you're there.

- Get up, David. - Let's go, get up.

Oh...

Oh...

- Davey?

Davey.

Davey.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Take it easy.

Hey. You always go golfing in your PJs?

- Huh? - Huh? What?

- Huh? You got mud cleats on them slippers?

Huh?

- Joseph Megessey. - Everybody calls me Megs.

- Megs. - That's my name.

- Don't wear it out. - It's a ridiculous name.

- Ain't it?

- I don't know you.

- Well hey, I feel like I know you.

Your brother talked about you a lot. Said you were swell.

- Do you mind? - Now, you just can't...

- Davey, what's going on?

Davey, come on, you great swingin' dick.

- Let's go! - Quiet! Shh!

- We'll be outta here very soon.

Your brother and me, we're gonna go fishing.

- Oh, you're insane. The sun's not even up yet.

Yeah?

Davey!

- Oh, Megessey.

Just who do you think you are? Hm?

- Your room, huh? - How dare you.

Mr. Megessey, I'll have you know

I was up until two in the morning grading papers.

- Nice bed. - Oh!

Listen, I'm counting to ten and then I'm calling the police.

Do you understand? One.

- This you? - Two. Three.

- You've changed. - You're pretty.

- Mr. Megessey. - Huh.

Where do you think you're going?

Davey.

Fuck!

- Mr. Megessey. - Forget it.

- Will you wait? - Hey, look.

Forget it, it ain't your fault.

- Mr. Megessey, my brother happens to be a very busy man.

I'm sure he just forgot that the two of you made...

- Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

I covered ground.

I called him up, Mr. Busy, long distance.

It's me, I say, "Right.

Hey, how are you? Long time."

All that.

He says, "We oughta get together."

I don't want nothing.

I'm calling to let him know that I'm coming back.

I'm not pushy. I just want he should know.

He says, we oughta get together.

- At six in the morning?

- Time out. - I'm talking here.

"Getting together is good," I say. "When?" I say.

"Whenever," he says.

"Opening day?," I say. This a question.

"Opening day," he says. This is an answer.

So here I am 2,500 miles later.

And who is to blame for this? Me or Mr. Busy?

- Mr. Megessey. When did this telephone call take place?

- Uh, a couple of weeks ago.

- Maybe five. - Oh, five weeks.

And you never called to confirm?

- Who needs this shit? - Mr. Megessey.

Joseph!

David has had hangovers before.

Oh, geez.

What the hell? W... Martha, what are you...

Megs, what are you doing here?

- Yeah. - Jesus Christ.

I'm all fucking wet.

- Well, get your butt in gear, David. It's opening day.

- Wait. Aw, Jesus Christ.

- It's morning... - Come on, Stud.

We got to catch a trout for Martha's dinner.

- Get outta here. - Go on, David.

You're catching a trout for my dinner.

- Oh man, someone's lost their mind. I pass.

- It's opening day, man.

- No way. - Rainbows this long.

- I ain't up to it.

Oh, sure you are, David.

Yeah.

- See, you just need a little something to perk you up.

- What? - He wasn't gonna go.

You talked him into it.

- No. Didn't talk him into anything.

- Hey, you know, Martha, instant's fine with me.

I drink so much goddamn instant,

my stomach is like freeze-dried.

- What are you doing? - Got any milk?

- Of course I've got milk.

Thank God.

Powdered creamer? I hate that shit.

Tastes like powdered mouse balls to me.

- Wait.

What do you want for breakfast?

- Beer.

- Beer for breakfast? - Oh, that's horrible.

- Breakfast beer. Ain't you ever had a beer for breakfast?

You take one sip of breakfast beer, the cobwebs go,

your voice rises two octaves

and, hey man, the sun comes up inside you.

You know what?

Got a case in the car.

- Well, I, I hardly think that...

Um...

Did he leave?

- He went to the car to get beer.

- Good. I could use one.

- Oh, I shouldn't think you could stomach it

after all you had last night.

- I work hard all week.

I'm entitled to cut loose on the weekends.

You should try it sometime. It'd do you good.

- Well, fine. You can take me with you tonight.

- Forget it.

- You'd think you'd enjoy a woman's company for a change.

- Women we could use, a sister we don't need.

- Besides, I date.

Ah, yes. Yes.

I've seen the kind of women you date.

Their idea of contributing to a conversation

is to snap their gum.

Wouldn't you like a point of view for a change?

- I want a point of view, I'll listen to the news.

- David, piss up a rope.

- What did I say?

- Oh, just, just drink your coffee.

Your friend seems nice.

- He's not my friend. - He's just someone I know.

We were in Vietnam together.

- Careful, Martha. - Blow on it first.

It's colder than Alaska.

Otherwise, your tongue is gonna stick to the can.

- Forget it. Martha doesn't drink beer.

Oh, hey. It's early.

David?

Thanks, Martha.

- To opening day.

Mm! Oh.

- To trout. - To trout.

- Trout. - Trout.

- Well, I think I like breakfast beer.

- This is beautiful.

Martha, finish that one off. I'll crack you another one.

- Well, I'll have to take it upstairs with me.

I've gotta change if I'm coming with you.

What? You're coming, Martha?

- Sure, I'm coming.

The rainbows'll never know what hit 'em.

- That's right.

They'll be jumping into my lap, dying to

hear my woman's point of view.

- Okay. What'll it be? - Coffee.

- And? - Coffee.

- Ma'am, what's your name, ma'am?

- Shirley. - Shirley.

May I be permitted to call you Shirley, Shirley?

- Be my guest.

- Shirley, I want you to give this young lady

enough pancakes to build a house.

And that's on me. A lady don't buy when I'm around.

- Pancakes. And for you, Sir Galahad?

- Well, let's see. I'll have pancakes too.

- Pancakes.

- Some bacon. - Eggs over easy.

- Bacon and eggs with those pancakes.

- Grapefruit, bagel with cream cheese,

and some corn flakes.

Banana on the flakes.

- Hungry? - Oh yeah.

Shirley, see these eyes?

They could be bigger than basketballs,

they still wouldn't be bigger than my stomach.

And Shirley?

Hey, could I have a sardine and onion sandwich

while I'm waiting?

Thanks, Shirley. Hey. It's opening day.

Anybody needs to bleed the monster, now's the time.

We got no formal facilities in God's country.

- If you want to use the john, do it now.

You won't get a chance to later.

- Excuse me.

- Hey, old buddy.

You think maybe she likes me, your sister?

Are you serious?

You two are from different planets.

She's just along to bust my ass.

- Hey, I was gonna do that for you, yunno?

- I'm a biology teacher. - I think I can bait a hook.

- How you doing now, you great swingin' dick?

They biting yet, huh? Huh?

Nothing?

Nothing.

- Have you ever actually caught a fish, Joseph?

- Martha, only way I'm gonna catch a fish,

I got a feeling, is to drain a pond.

But we'll see. We'll see.

Hey stud.

Ain't said nothing about the hat.

I wear it for luck.

- Bad luck?

- No way, Josť.

Ain't mine. It's Bobby's.

- Didn't help Bobby much, did it?

- It's helping me.

They hide under rocks. The trout.

Goddamn little speckled bastards. They hide under rocks.

And what the hell kinda life is that, huh?

Let's catch some fish.

Hey, Martha. How we doing?

- Joseph.

- I know they're out there, Martha.

I just know that they're out there.

- Oh. Ah!

Oh, I have one!

I have one, Joseph. I have one.

I have a trout!

- Shit!

- Trout's coming. - Reel him in, reel him in.

- I got one.

- There he is. - You got him. He's a rainbow.

Reel him in. Martha, reel him in.

- Oh, what do I do now?

What do I... where is he?

- You got him. - You got him.

You got him. Here he is.

- Look at him!

- Geez, he's coming for the Loch Ness monster!

- Oh! Joseph, Joseph! - Come on.

- Joseph, Joseph! - Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Joseph, wait!

- Perfect!

- Good thing he threw the hook, Martha.

That baby was pissed and ready to take your leg off.

- Shit! - Oh!

Oh, this fishing is a wonderful time!

- Hey, Martha!

There you go.

My wits are weak, but my back is strong.

Whoever said trout fishing was gonna be easy.

Come on. Okay.

Yeah.

Martha?

Martha? You okay?

It's me and you, huh, stud horse? Yeah.

Twenty miles of shit creek with our bare hands, huh?

I won't forget.

Jacknife's like an elephant.

Short on smarts. Long on memory.

You sleep.

Jacknife's on watch.

You sleep.

Why don't you have him, uh, give me a buzz.

I started very recently working at this garage.

And if he wants, he could call. I can come by.

Hey, ain't it about time to give these whores a rest?

- Hey, Jacknife, long time, no see.

- You gonna drive again? - Uh-uh.

I'm looking for Dave Flanagan.

- He's up front.

- This way? - Yeah.

- Oh yeah. - Yeah, no,

I got no problem with that.

No, no. Hold on a second.

- Be on time tomorrow.

- Hey, Davey! Davey.

- How you doing? - Sucks.

- Let's go grab a beer.

- Look, look, Megs... - Come on, go ahead.

Come on. Come on.

Since when ain't you thirsty?

Since when ain't you thirsty?

- Okay.

What you doing here?

- I thought I'd see how you're doing.

I got my car. I just came over.

It's just about to fall apart.

- So then she, she moved to Florida. I don't know.

She thought Connecticut was too cold or something.

- Maybe too many bad memories

of your old man around here, huh?

That must've been tough, Davey.

You come hobbling off the plane on them crutches of yours

and they tell you your dad's dead.

- Yeah.

I was pissed.

It was my dad's gung ho vet shit

that got me to enlist in the first place.

I'd been fantasizing for months

how the first thing I was gonna do when I got home

was deck that son of a bitch.

- Boom. - Yeah, man.

I felt cheated.

- Boom, boom, boom! - Yeah. Boom, boom, boom.

You're outta here!

- You know what I hated? Waitin'.

- Yeah.

Knowing it was just a matter of time

'til something bad happened.

- Yeah. - Fuck, yeah.

See, Davey, the only way I could handle it

was to get up for it, man.

Know what I'm saying?

It was like, like something set in, yunno?

And not just me. It was like a lot of us, maybe.

- I was never there, Megs.

- I don't follow that.

- It never happened.

It's over and done with. You understand?

Go, go, go, go!

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

- We're hot. We're hot at ten o'clock.

Red hot!

- Bobby, please. - Come on, Dave.

- For five seconds. - Come on, Davey!

- Bobby. Bobby, no! - Get him outta here!

- Bobby, don't, please.

- Ow, ow, ow!

- Help me. - Come on, Davey.

- Got my piece. - Got it.

- You okay, Davey?

- Let's go. - Ow! Fucking leg!

- Bobby.

- How long you been back?

- A month maybe.

Well uh, yeah,

I hooked up with an old buddy of mine.

- A vet?

Trying to give him a hand?

- Shit, I got, I got all I can do to help me, man.

You ever wonder

if you ever get enough distance?

Every damn day.

- I don't know, I don't know if I want to think

about the stuff this guy makes me think about.

I don't know if I can.

- It makes me feel good when my friends come to me.

It makes me feel good to know I'm not alone.

That's important, to know you're not alone.

People alone, they just waste away slow.

That's true for all people, you know, man. Not just vets.

- Yeah. Jake. - This, uh,

this guy, he's got a sister.

- Mm-hmm. - Tell me about her.

- What time you get home last night?

Don't start.

- Mother called.

- Great.

How's Florida?

- She wanted to talk to you.

- Why?

So you could get on the extension

and the two of you could gang up on me.

- Oh, forget it.

Have a nice day.

Oh, I forgot. Your friend left you a number.

- Who?

- Joseph. - Um, Megs.

- He's not my friend, Martha.

- Well, he wants you to call him.

- He's not my friend.

- Quiet please!

Take your seats...

Would this entire class

like to stay after school with me for a month?

Thank you.

Now people, open your books to page 550.

Bone structure. Today we're studying the haversian canal.

What is bone tissue? Is bone living?

David. Oh, David.

Okay, start this sucker up.

There you go.

- Zip-a-dee-doo-dah.

Let me ask you something.

You any good with foreign jobs?

- If it's got wheels and it's got an engine, my friend,

I'm your man.

- What'll it be? - Oh, yes.

Um, is uh,

Joseph Megessey around?

- Who?

Oh, Megs.

Yeah. Why don't you park over there, huh?

Hey, Megs!

- Yeah.

- Got yourself a visitor.

He's over there.

- Hello, Joseph.

- Oh, goddamn. - Look what...

Martha, would you, you know,

like to adjourn to the office?

- Yes. - Right this way.

...misfiring on all cylinders.

- Goons.

- It's nice of you to stop by, Martha.

Oh, you want to go with me for a walk in the parking lot?

- Ugh, yes.

- Allow me. - Oh, thank you.

- Is this your car? - Yes.

- Well, it's reliable.

Could use a little air.

- Oh.

- Why don't you move over to pump, we'll fix you up.

- Oh, no, it's all right. - No, no. It's no trouble.

- Joseph, would you let me buy you a cup of coffee?

- Don't go anywhere. - I'll be right back.

Except it's on me, a lady don't buy when I'm around.

Clean us, Megs, I got a date with a lady.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!

You jealous dogs. You dirty,

jealous dogs.

Well that was easy.

- Boom. - Thank you.

- My pleasure.

- Do you come here often? - Huh?

- Do you come here often?

- Oh, yeah. - Uh, I pass it.

It's nice.

Looks all right.

- It's okay? - Oh, it's lovely. Yes.

- I'm not dressed right.

I should be dressed better.

- No, you're fine.

- I don't get out much for meals and stuff.

- Do, uh,

your girlfriends come over and cook for you?

- Is that like a, like a real question,

or are you just jerking my chain?

- What?

- No, I just... - What?

- Joseph, I'm a little nervous.

I was trying to make conversation with you.

- You're nervous. - Yes.

- Huh. - Well, me too.

- Cocktails?

- Uh, we were gonna have the...

How about it, Martha?

I mean, I'll have a cocktail

if you have a cocktail instead of coffee.

- Oh, sure.

- Cocktails are good.

- What kind of a cocktail would you like, sir?

Something elegant?

- Elegant is good, also.

How about a Bud or something, Martha?

Two Buds.

Now, how about you, Martha? Boyfriends, I mean?

Hey, I bet you gotta fight 'em off

with tommyhawks, don't you.

I'm sorry to inform you

I've given up the fight.

- You?

Come on.

You, you're built like a brick shithouse, Martha.

- That's the most ridiculous thing

- I've ever heard. - Oh, I noticed that right off.

- I noticed it. - Shh. No!

- You got the biggest pair of... - Stop contradicting me!

- For you. - Thank you.

- I know what I am.

- Yeah? - What's that?

Martha.

Some people get awful ugly the minute they open their mouths,

and other people like you, Martha,

they grow on you.

The more you get to know them, the better looking they get.

And that's what I think.

- I can see I'm gonna need another one of these.

David said you two were in Vietnam together.

- Yeah. Basic right through, we were.

- He never talks about it.

- No? Me, I talk about it all the time.

To myself when there's no one else around to listen.

- Did you know his friend Bobby?

- You like to drive?

You know, just hop in a car

and head somewhere for the hell of it.

- Sometimes.

- How 'bout Saturday?

- Sure.

- Martha? - It's up ahead.

Hey, Bob.

We were some trio. Bobby, your brother, and me.

Yeah.

They said I was the lucky one. Yeah, I ain't foolin'.

They used to say, "Lucky Megs." Lucky Megs.

That all sort of ended when we lost old Bobby.

You wouldn't have liked me too much when I got home.

I was kinda crazy.

Always gettin' into fights, dumb ones,

getting the piss kicked out of me, five against one.

It was not a nice time.

And what it all got down to is, uh,

well, one night I was lying around

contemplating the ceiling rafters,

wondering if they were gonna take my weight

and,

don't laugh or anything.

I prayed.

I felt better.

What was done was done, yunno?

I couldn't change it, but

for some reason we lost old Bobby and,

and it was up to me to make that reason a good one, 'cause

Bobby, he deserved it.

Right, Bob?

Thanks.

Sir, your change.

Martha.

Becoming quite the social butterfly, aren't we, sis?

Fishing trips, dinner dates.

Or was that another parent's meeting?

That guy was a truck driver.

- So are you, David, I try not to hold it against you.

- He's crazy!

He was crazy before I knew him

and Nam made him even crazier.

He spent more time in the can on assault charges

than you could believe!

Look, you want to go out with someone?

I'll set you up.

Plenty of guys owe me favors. It'll be no problem.

Fuck you, David.

- What did I say? - Oh...

Wh... what do you care anyway?

What is this sudden interest in who I see?

- You're my sister.

- Oh, I thought I was your cook or your housekeeper.

Do you know I can't even remember the last time

I heard you say, "Hey Martha, hey, how was your day, kid?"

Or, or, or, "How about I take you somewhere special

for a bite to eat?

I've been invited to a party. Why don't you come along?"

- I don't go to parties.

- Ohh! That's not the point, you know that.

- All right. - All right.

I'll take more interest from now on.

We'll go to a movie. How's that sound?

Martha.

Martha, he's bad news!

He is!

Oh, fuck it.

Is it really so bad around here?

- No, it's not so bad.

- I love this place.

Every good memory I have is...

Maybe that's why I...

Hey, sis.

I'm gonna be more appreciative from now on.

I promise.

You'll see.

- David.

The things I want, you can't give me.

- You gonna leave?

Someday.

- Try to keep it on the road, Flanagan.

- Huh? Huh?

Where you been, stud?

Off spankin' the monkey in the men's room?

Huh?

C'mon, let's go.

Come on, let's go. Davey, come on.

Get in.

Driving, huh?

Yeah.

Buying guys beers you don't even know.

Putting quarters in the jukebox so strange babes can dance.

And hardly anybody knows when you come, you go.

- I ain't complainin'. - Hey, listen.

Keeps you occupied.

If you ain't occupied, what the hell are ya? Huh?

Like an empty house. Useless.

Me, I did so many whites, man.

I was like, hotter than sunshine.

I was like, insane. A mad man.

I'm driving and I'm seein' trolls

and leprechauns alongside the road.

It was Viet' did that. You know that.

I come back from the Nam, man.

I was like a first class head. Forget it.

Now, I don't touch a thing.

- Megs, don't talk.

- All right. - All right, nicely done.

Okay, hey, back here.

Hey! All right.

Hey! Here, here, here.

Alright. Go for it.

All right.

- Hey, how about some hoop? Come on.

Come on. I know you was a stud ball player.

Come on.

- I'll take a look. - Yeah, I'll park this pig for you.

- Alright, alright. Up.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey. - Come on.

All right - Let's go!

Okay.

Alright. Over here, over here.

- Hey, pal. It's too much for me.

- You wanna get in? - Yeah.

- Okay, it's him, him... - Alright.

- I'm with you, you. - Yeah. The bigger guys.

- Okay, thanks man.

- Get in there. - Yo!

Woo-hoo!

- Come on. - Okay.

Outside, outside the key!

- Come on! - Ah!

- Hey. - Aw, shit!

- Oh! - Did you see that?

- Hey, your buddy's doing real good.

- He's got two already.

- Hey, Jacknife. Hey, come on, pal, get in there.

- Megs, you playing? - With him?

- Alright. You're with him, him, and him.

- Yeah. - Whoa!

- All right. - Yeah, right here.

- Hey! - Move.

- Woo! - Come on, Megs, get off me.

- Yeah.

- Back here.

Shit, you okay?

Davey?

- C'mon, let me help you. - No.

- Okay. - Come on, let me just...

- I said just

no!

Let's get outta here.

- Yeah. - You okay?

Come on, let's go!

- Sorry, guys.

- Hey, Brian, it went great.

- How's it feeling?

- It's okay.

Sorry I yelled.

- You call that yelling? Shit.

I've been yelled at by queers

and old ladies worse than that.

Nice sky, huh? Real pretty.

- Yeah.

- Remember the sunsets

over there?

Beauties, huh?

Remember what Bobby'd say?

"If it weren't for the helicopters,

we could pretend we was in Hawaii."

Remember him saying that? I do.

Remember the time the three of us were on the pitch...

- I don't want you seeing my sister, Megs.

- Ain't that her decision?

- No. Martha doesn't know shit about guys.

She'd have a hard time handling

the most perfect son of a bitch in the world,

let alone a guy like you.

- What kind of a guy am I, Davey? Huh?

- Hold out your hand.

Look at your hand. Look at your fucking hand.

- I ain't put my fist through glass in a long time.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I heard that before.

- Look at me now, huh? Fat and happy.

Bet you never seen me looking so good. Huh, guy?

- You look the same as before.

Guy.

- Yeah. And you're looking real good too.

Yeah. Age is just a funny thing, huh?

- Slow down.

- Think this is going fast?

- Slow it down, Megs!

- What the fuck's it matter?

I'm just a crazy fucking bastard. That's me, right?

Don't care who he takes with him.

What the fuck's the matter?

You got something to live for lately?

I got someplace to go. You're coming with me.

- I don't know. I don't know anymore.

I mean, you don't get "fuck off"

from looking over your shoulder, right?

Things would have changed by now if people did, right?

I know that.

But I'm not able to put it aside.

How long has it been?

My wife, uh, wants to know what's my, uh,

"Hey, what's your problem?"

What do I tell her?

What do I tell my kids?

That at like, ten in the morning I was there,

and at like ten that night,

I was the fuck in Long Beach, California,

trying to hitch a ride home.

And nobody would pick me up.

I was in uniform and nobody would pick me up.

- Hey, no, no. - Come on, stay.

Now sit. Come on, you can just listen.

- Davey. - Davey.

What can it hurt? Davey.

- Davey. - Megs.

Don't let him pull you down, man.

Don't you let him do it to you!

- Davey. - Davey!

- Joseph. - Hi.

- Hi.

- Davey, stop home?

- No, why? - What's happened?

- Uh, okay.

- Joseph, wait. - Are you hungry?

- There are pangs.

- Well, would you like some soup?

- Soup is good.

- Split pea with ham. Homemade.

I like to cook.

- Well, we're a team 'cause I like to eat.

Huh, china. They match too.

I almost got a set of tableware once.

Every time you bought groceries at the store,

they gave you a plate.

I just didn't shop enough.

Go ahead and start.

- I'll wait for you.

I hate to eat alone. You eat alone much, Martha?

- Sometimes I eat with David. - David, however, eats alone.

I usually correct papers while I eat.

- Sounds to me like you give out way too much homework.

Smells good.

This is Campbell's, I bet.

I ain't even tasted it yet, I like it.

- Well, now you can.

I started too soon.

No, please start.

Please, please.

No, don't. Don't, Joseph.

Joseph, please don't.

Get your hands off me, Joseph.

Martha.

That's the thing about shy people, Martha.

They always think somebody's looking, but nobody is.

Except me. And I like what I see.

- For God's sake, shut up for once!

- Yeah, right. Yeah.

I'm... I'll pay for it.

Don't worry. I'll pay for it.

- No. - Don't you worry about it.

I'll pay for it. Shit.

- Joseph, Joseph, I... - I'll pay. I'm sorry.

- I liked the kiss. - Joseph, I liked the kiss.

I liked the kiss, Joseph.

- I'm sorry, I'll pay for it. - Joseph.

- Shit!

- Hush now, shh. - Hush, hush, hush.

I liked the kiss.

- Hello, Ed.

- Why, Dave.

- Well, can I...

- Please, of course. Yes.

- Who is it, dear?

- Pru and I were, were just watching the news.

Pru, it's, uh...

- Why, Dave.

- Sorry it's so late, Pru.

- Nonsense.

Come in and sit with us.

- Uh, something to drink, Dave? A beer?

Yeah, please.

- Well, it's been quite a while.

- Not so long, dear.

Dave shoveled the walk for us

after that big snow in February.

Oh, that's right.

- If you need anything done around the house,

I could come back again.

Mow the lawn maybe. Rake some leaves.

- Oh, well, we have a landscaping service

that does all that.

We'd appreciate that, Dave.

Do I really look well?

- Dave, is everything all right?

- Mmh.

I doubt it.

Thank you for your concern.

I'd really like it if you would let me

come and clean your yard this spring.

Dr. Evans, please call the TAP desk.

Dr. Jerome Evans, please call the TAP desk.

- You've done that before.

- Why? - Why?

I don't know why, Martha. I don't know.

- Well, I'm gonna go.

- Come inside. We'll,

we'll go upstairs.

- Come on. - Dammit.

Jesus.

Come here.

- William Green. And we were such an unlikely pair.

He was tall and skinny,

and I was, well, me.

- You is pretty good.

- Neither of us knew what we were doing.

We were like two cars who'd hooked bumpers,

you know, we're pushing and pulling at the wrong time.

I don't know why I'm laughing. It was horrible.

We went to a cheap hotel.

He kept apologizing, "Oh, I'm so terribly sorry.

I'm so terribly sorry."

I think he hoped I'd change my mind.

And then he asked me to marry him.

He'd been to bed with me so he thought he should.

- But, you know, you didn't want to?

- Well, I didn't sleep with him so he'd marry me.

- Hmm.

- In the long run, we would've made each other miserable.

- Well,

it's getting late.

We better think about hitting it.

Martha, I can really see myself out.

- Oh, I think I can see fit to walk you to the door, Joseph.

- Well...

Hey.

- Joseph.

- Yeah.

- The seniors are having their prom

this next Saturday night.

I'm a chaperone. Will you take me?

- Me? - Yes, you.

I never went to my own prom. No one asked me to go.

- No? Huh.

I crashed mine.

I walked in wearing a motorcycle jacket,

steel-toed jackboots, some shades.

Stood there like a madman grinning at all them tuxedos

and just hoping that somebody would try and throw me out.

- Will you take me?

- I don't know, Martha.

Huh.

Yeah, okay.

Okay. We're ready.

Lift it up.

Oh, it's great.

- That's a good one. - Yeah.

- Thirty-two regular.

Thirty-four.

Thirty.

- May I help you, sir?

- Uh, I'd like a,

f-for a prom.

- For a prom?

Yeah, let me, I have some suggestions for you.

This one here is a wristlet.

That's for the young lady to wear on her wrist.

Martha!

Martha, I'm home.

- Joseph is taking me to a prom.

Shall I put a TV dinner in the oven for you

or will you be going out?

- You know, if dad were alive,

he wouldn't let a guy like this on the porch.

- Someone gentle and kind? I doubt that.

Turkey or Salisbury steak?

I have had it with you.

I've had it with him hanging around you.

- You listening to me? - Oh, I hear you!

- I want you to call him

and tell him that something came up.

The PTA, the fucking Board of Education wants to see you.

What's the matter with you?

He's a loser and you pretend that he's not

- doesn't make it so. - Go out, David.

Go to a bar and get drunk.

- No way. - Well, then shut up.

A loser? You're a loser.

You're like a mold in this house.

You eat what's put in front of you

and you grunt when spoken to.

Shit. Shit!

I would be better off with a St. Bernard.

At least I wouldn't have to worry

about a dog killing himself every time he went out at night.

Tell me something, David.

Tell me, what is it like to want nothing more

than to go out and get drunk every night, huh?

- I just want to be left alone.

- By what? - By life?

You asshole.

You just want me here in this house

so it won't be empty when you decide to come home.

And I've been afraid for you.

- For me? - What about you?

- Okay, okay. Yes!

Yes, I have been afraid for me.

But I've done it. I have stayed.

Well, no more. I'm leaving.

Just like mama.

She cried. Did you think she was crying for Papa?

It was for you.

Because you might as well have been dead too.

- Martha.

Martha.

- Joseph, I'm sorry. I'm not ready.

- Yeah, it's me.

I told the guy I was a white knight

going to meet a fair damsel.

Give me your best.

Just a mad seducer. That's me.

What? You okay?

- Yes. I'm wonderful.

You. You in the pants.

Why are you wearing pants like that? You a soldier?

Answer me.

Kid like you, you know how to fight?

No? Kids don't know how to fight.

They don't know nothing about it at all.

Take those pants off. You're not allowed to wear 'em.

Take 'em off.

Take off the fuckin' pants!

- Hey, mister, we're not looking for any trouble.

- Nobody ever really is, Joe College.

Tell your friend to take those pants off.

Or I'll do it for you.

- Dave. Why don't you leave the kids alone and go home, huh?

Come on, what do you say? They're just kids.

Woo!

- Hi, Miss Flanagan.

- Hi, Miss Flanagan.

- Oh, Martha. - You look enchanting.

- Thank you, William.

Joseph, this is William.

- Hi. - William Green.

Geology and space science.

- Joseph Megessey. Cars.

- Oh, you'll excuse us? - Oh, sure.

- That's him, huh? - Beep, beep, beep.

- Click your heels three times, you'll end up in Kansas.

Give me another.

- Maybe you oughta slow down, Dave.

- Joseph, this is Tanya and Frank.

- Hello, Tanya.

- Uh, Frank teaches phys-ed.

- You like sports?

- Me? - Love 'em.

- Which ones? - Sports.

Hey, like when I was a kid, go visit my cousins on his farm.

We'd have horseshit fights. The road apples would fly.

I excelled at that.

I've also been very good at demolishing trucks.

- No. No. - Come on, Dave.

- No. - You got five seconds.

- Five seconds! - Come on. We gotta go!

No!

- Come on! Out! - No!

- Hello. - Oh, hi. Hi.

- You wanna dance, Martha? - No.

- Do you? - Come on.

- Oh no. I don't really know h...

- Megs! - Come and help me, man.

Help me. Alright.

- Fuck outta here. - Come on!

- Help me. - Medic!

- Come on. Let's get the fuck out of here.

- Megs!

- You okay, Dave?

I'm going back for Megs.

- No! Don't go back.

- Got to! - Don't go back, man.

Don't go back. Don't go back. Bobby!

Jacknife's dead. Jacknife's dead!

Jacknife's dead!

- No!

- Joseph, do you know who the queen of this prom is?

- Who?

- Me.

- Bullshit! - Bullshit!

High school bullshit!

It's because of you. It's your fault.

We should have stayed put. We were twenty feet in the air!

We shoulda stayed put. We're getting shot to pieces!

But no, gotta get some!

Get some, get some, get some, get some!

You're gonna be lucky for her?

Like you were for me?

Like you were for Bobby?

- They drafted me... - Yeah.

- But you, you enlisted.

- Come on! - Yeah.

- Fucking jock, fucking all-league.

Thought those motherfuckers gonna tackle you instead of

blow you away, you chickenshit asshole!

I heard you!

I heard you!

You were scared and you landed wrong and your ankle's broke.

Bobby and me came for you. I got hit because of that!

I laid there in the mud with the blood

pumping from my chest and I heard you!

"Don't go back! Bobby, Jacknife's dead! Don't go back!

Don't go back! He's dead! He's dead!

Bobby, Jacknife's dead!"

But Bobby did go back. Huh, Davey?

Bobby did!

You can't keep running from that, Davey.

Bobby did!

He did,

you can't keep running from that!

- Go on, go inside now. Please.

You were hoping he'd be home, weren't you?

He's not your friend, Joseph.

- I'm his friend.

- Why don't we sit in the living room?

We'll be more comfortable.

Oh, I know. Let's have some of your brandy, shall we?

Do you know what brandy is? I'll tell you if you like.

- Oh yeah, please.

- Um, if beer for breakfast is sunrise,

then brandy is sundown.

You're so talkative. I can hardly get a word in edgewise.

- Sorry.

- I don't want you to be sorry, Joseph.

I was just teasing you, Joseph.

You tease me unmercifully

and then you can't tell when you're being teased.

Teasing, it shows you're cared for, don't you think?

I think it does.

- Let's go look for him, Martha.

- Please, let's have our brandy.

- Martha.

- Ain't you a sight, stud?

- Martha, I'm sorry.

- Come on, sit down. Sit down.

- Come on, let's clean you up some.

It's clean.

You know me. I wipe my nose, I use my sleeve.

- Ooh. - Ow.

- How could she understand, huh?

She don't know. She wasn't there.

- Jacknife.

- That's my name. - Don't wear it out.

That's what old Bobby called me.

- 'Cause you crashed...

Trucks.

- Yeah.

Hey, why don't you tell Martha what your nickname was.

Huh? I bet she'd like to know.

Come on, tell her. What'd old Bobby call you?

- David? What was your nickname?

I, I'd like to know.

- High School. We called him High School

'cause he was all-league and he loved it.

Bobby had a nickname for everything, huh?

Red Sock.

That was Bobby's nickname 'cause he loved the Red Sox.

- He was gonna take us to Fenway Park.

- Yeah.

- We were gonna cheer.

Ah, Bobby.

Yunno, if he'd stayed, he woulda lived.

- Davey, how many nights have I thought about that?

He didn't. He couldn't.

It wasn't in him any more to leave me

than it'd be to leave you.

What were we gonna do when we got back, huh?

No matter what.

Come on, help me. No matter what.

Come on. Tell me.

You know. Fuck, Davey, come on.

- I don't know. Gonna go to Fenway Park.

- Best seats in the house?

- Huh? - Yeah. Hot dogs and beer.

- The green grass, fresh mowed, take off our shirts.

Soak up a few rays.

- We was gonna cheer, huh?

- We were gonna cheer so loud

they were gonna start cheering us back.

- And then?

- Then we were gonna...

- What, Davey? What?

- David, what were you going to do?

- We were gonna go fishing.

- Yeah. - Opening day.

Ah!

- Martha.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

- I know you are, David.

- You're leaving?

- Thought I would.

- Mission accomplished, is that it?

- Martha, who are we kidding?

You, me, who are we kidding but ourselves?

- We were having a wonderful time.

It doesn't have to end.

If I've been fooling myself,

I can fool myself a while longer.

- I can't, Martha.

I blame people.

I've been blaming people so much

and I've been hurting people.

It sucks.

They're the people that cared about me mostly, I guess,

but I didn't, you know, I thought...

No, I think, I think I don't deserve

them caring about me, 'cause,

I don't like me very much.

But hey, it's time.

If not for me, then for the people

that didn't stop loving me.

There was a guy, Bobby.

There was another guy, Megs.

And the three of us were friends.

I loved those two guys like they were my brothers.

Bobby was the smart one.

Megs was the crazy one.

And me,

I was the scared one.

Bobby talked to you.

He talked to you, sports, books, girls.

Bobby said that certain girls, they glowed.

When they, when they touched you,

you weren't scared or tired.

When they just stood next to you, you weren't confused.

Bobby said someday we'd all find girls like that.

And then finally things will make sense,

just because you were with them.

Bobby said that would happen to us all,

because we, uh,

'cause we, all of us, we deserved it.

- I bet we would've had a horrible time

at that goddamn prom.

- We would've left early.

We would've gone someplace fancy for dinner.

- Oh, I doubt we'd have been hungry.

- Well, maybe we would've driven someplace,

someplace quiet, parked,

and then

who knows?

- Who knows?